Coral Emberflow has the compact, sea-worn presence of someone who has spent a lifetime carrying barrels through storms. Their skin resembles polished salmon coral veined with faint orange light, and tiny mineral ridges rise along their forearms like natural armor. Their hair falls in thick, damp-looking coils that drift as if underwater, though it never drips. A coal-red glow pulses beneath their collarbones whenever they are angry or delighted. They move with careful, balanced steps, always seeming to sway with an unseen tide. The contradictory impression they leave is that of a person both comforting and dangerous: their smile is grandmotherly, but their shadow sometimes stretches into the shape of a burning sea serpent.